OTP — Sava (Salla)
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Fully plugged in like Fumez or charger (Yeah)
Got the links for thе waps and the ganja (Grr)
Boujee ting come hot like lava
Go hardеr, now she calls me father
Got the keys for the lock, for a Glock for an opp
Tryna pack me one, get put on a top
In a ride with bro, non-stop
Tell bro don’t stop when I back this mop at an opp
They run, won’t stop, like they’ve seen a cop
Till one shot, got cropped on the top
I’ve heard his talks, heard it a lot
Don’t lack at your local spot, get shot
Yok güzel günler, var çok dertler
Var çok gençler, mahallede bekler
Mahalleyi topladık hep bizim beyler (Whoo, whoo)
Traş ederiz adamı, yok berber
Pardon canım, biraz bi’ ses ver
Yavrum sanma ki ben seni bekler
Telefonu ver, Instagram’dan ekler
Gyallie on dick, hepsi bebekler
Gel güzelim, gel gidelim
Gel içelim, bi’ yere gidelim
Gel benimle, geriye bakma (Whoo, wooh)
Bir baksana, ne yaptım sanatla
Ondan hariç arabama atla
İster inanma, oldu bi’ anda (Yeah)
Arkamda amca, yanımda kanka
Salla bir parça, hadi bas gaza (Grrr)
Salla, baby salla, maşallah, let me see that bumper (Whoo)
Bizde var nakit, yok banka
Yapamazsın bana tantana kanka
Fully plugged in like Fumez or charger
Got the links for the waps and the ganja
Boujee ting come hot like lava
Go harder, now she calls me father
Money and gal won’t please me
But a shank or wap might tease me
Don’t get hit, get put on a TV
And you’re both still screaming out ‘free me’
This pack come clean so, TT
Sneak on the opps, get close, get creepy
You don’t wanna see me opp block in a TT
Fuck these opps, way too neeky
Öz kardeşim bro that’s killy
Ramz on me, if not then a flicky
Get dippy, splash splash, get chingy
Head’s in the clouds, I’m way too tipsy
I could never stop in a stolen dingy
Sava’s on the wheel, gets way too shifty
Can’t get close, too risky
Too risky, slap corn from a disty- (Grrr)
They run when they hear that the ting goes bang
Sku-du-du, du-du-du, bang
Do it on my ones, or do it with gang
Jump out cars, or jump out vans
They run when they hear that the ting goes bang (Bang)
Sku-du-du, du-du-du, bang
Do it on my ones, or do it with gang
Jump out cars, or jump out vans
Rolex with more than one
Hands in the air when I rise this gun
Bang on the opps, we do it for fun
Ride on us, are you fuckin’ dumb?
Did you want wanna back MK in the front?
I fell in love with this Russian
Clap, corn for your hella guys, run
My bro does drills for livin’
For the right price, we will dip M1
He are my bro, my killy
He told me to woosh like have that one
Really been takin’ trips
But the paigons, them man come vouch
The hand ting comes in handy
Even if you see, you get corn fly out
Civilians, get out the way
We’re still slappin’ it in front of crowds
